FF – Trophies
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Fuller.
Right, this is getting out of hand. I need to find my comedy muse once more.
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Copyright Claire Fuller.
Simon ran his hands lovingly over the treasures on the shelf. Each evoked an exciting memory.
‘That was a wonderful day in Bournemouth’, or ‘I remember what fun I had collecting that’ ran through his mind as he carefully took each one down in turn and studied it. It was his birthday, his treat day, and today he would add to his collection.
Gathering the tools of his trade, he set off towards the nearby school. The added danger fuelled his excitement.
He had never preyed so close to home before.
FF – Out of Options
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also supplied the photo this week!
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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Frederick looked across the darkened room to the windows and sighed. He dimly remembered when those windows looked out over just the vista portrayed in the pictures which now covered them. He peeled away the corner of one and peered out.
Nothing had changed. A barren wasteland, devoid of all life bar a scraggly plant here, a grotesquely mutated animal there.
He’d stockpiled massively before the war, but the years had dwindled his supply to almost nothing. No-one was coming, no rescue. Facing painful starvation, his decision made, he knocked over both lamps and waited for the fire to take him.
FF – Bigger and Better Things
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was submitted by C.E. Ayr.
I was initially stumped, then I decided to write a fun little story and then halfway through it all went a bit dark :-(.
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Copyright C.E. Ayr
Richie eased himself to the ground and stared at the reflections in the duck pond. He retrieved a small bag of bread and began throwing in crumbs, just because.
There hadn’t actually been any ducks in the pond since he’d gotten that air rifle six Christmases ago.
Bubbles rose to the surface, followed by a large sports bag. Huffing, he unzipped the bag, dropped in another rock and watched in satisfaction as the bag sank – properly this time.
Ducks had been fun, but he was all grown up now and animals just weren’t enough anymore.
Sunrise this Morning
Here are some photos I took on my phone when I arrived at work this morning. The sky’s on fire!



Limerick Challenge – Seasons
Here is my attempt at Mind And Life Matters’ limerick challenge for this week. The prompt word is “Seasons” and needs to feature all four seasons – in just five lines with all the rules limericks must adhere to – rhyming, scanning, line length…!
So I’ve ended up with one “dodgy” rhyme and a bit of slang. Oh well :-).
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There are trysts in the Spring with a lover
And fun in the sun during Summer
But Autumn’s quite wet
And it’s quite a safe bet
Freezing Winter will be quite a bummer.
FF – Paradise
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Amy Reese.
For some reason, the first thought that came into my head when I saw this picture was that scene from inside the Death Star with those little robots scurrying about the place :-).
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Copyright Amy Reese
Clutching his half-empty bottle of whiskey, Manfred watched the tiny bot as it sped down the corridor towards him. Off to fix another broken lightbulb or clogged sink, no doubt.
That was his task!
Once.
Now all he had was his drink and a cold corner to sleep in.
He raised his leg and as the bot drew level, brought it down with as much force as he could. The bot shattered. Alarms sounded.
“Jobs for humans!” he shouted as hidden hatches opened, disgorging security bots, their weapons pods already extending to eradicate another undesirable element of twenty-second century paradise.










